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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

It takes power to dream something
incogitable, and then it takes a Dhoni to accomplish it. In a country where
cricket is more sensitive than the religious hysteria it has, it takes a Dhoni
to command. No one can deny that he is a
tough man, who has shown calm and composure in the times when zillions had
chill running down their spines even with the thought of being in his
situation. No matter how tough the situation could be, it takes a Dhoni to come
out of that situation. It takes nerves of steel to be unruffled, when a billion
people have put their hopes on you and then finish things off with a style. I will join #Gavaskar in what he said, “When I
die, the last thing I want to see is the six that Dhoni hit in the 2011 World
Cup final." When the whole country goes frenzy in a stream of madness,
when everybody in the team is yelling with joy, it takes Dhoni to accept the
win with a simple smile. He gave new limits to the definition of coolness. It
takes a sensational style to be Dhoni.

It is pointless to count what he
achieved for himself and the country, what matters is how he achieved. Everybody
will turn into a psychoanalyst and there will be swarms of analysis coming out
about his behavior and reasons for retirement. There will always be theories
and conspiracies cropping from here and there about his retirement, but the man
not flinched for so long will be unhindered by the hullabaloo. This is what it
takes to be Dhoni, isolated not from the outside world but from within. People
will keep on complaining and praising, isolated is one who is neither
titillated by the win nor wrecked by the loss. The notion of winning or losing,
people cursing or praising becomes secondary and the person becomes legendary. To remain in the state of Normalcy in all the
chaotic situations around is something he mastered. This is what differentiates
him from other leaders and this is what it takes to be the skipper.

He retired in his own
unpretentious way, without a fuss or buzz about his retirement. He has done
everything in style, and retired with a style in 2014 with a day to spare. He
will be acknowledged as best controller and remembered as the best finisher of
the game. An era of cricket ends...

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

They were telling me that I am
lost, and that I do not belong to this place, I was a stranger to them, but I was
feeling OK. I had no such outlandish feeling as they were suggesting me.

I was in a rarefied tone of euphoric
notes. The surroundings never felt so beautiful and liberated. And as always I took
some notes. I was walking and traipsing all over the world just to find myself.
I was taking notes, the notes of life and making my own indistinct pastiche of
experience, joy, laughter, sadness, pain, ecstasy and numerous such feelings which
I always denied to sense and express.

I did not understand why they were
so concerned about me. Neither was I too concerned about their existence, nor
their opinions. But it was definitely disturbing the rapture I was trying to
establish. They asked me if I was following my dream? What kind of question was
that, it made no sense to me… If they were asking for some practical money
making venture, or a ride to follow my passion, I was away from both of those
mainline gambles. My dream, like every other young boy, is still that secret
wish inside me of turning up into a superhero one day. No matter how eccentric
or maybe uncouth it may seem, but that is the only dream I carry and will always
carry.

I don’t understand what most
people say to me, and that’s why I may seem lost to them. But I am happy being
lost, happy being lost in life. The persistent chase of the hope, the perplexed
questions of existence, the confounded source of origin, the riven strings of
the past and the unfamiliar fears of the future will always keep you in a
perpetual state of being lost in life. Being lost is exquisite in itself. The
believer in life will always be happy being lost in it. Some people are happy
being dissolved in the background, some try to spread out wings and fly and
some are happy just being lost. It is perfectly ok if you are not able to
connect the dots backwards, maybe you don’t have to connect them. Let them be
scattered. Let there be chaos, enigma, mysteries, confusions, disorder in life.
These are the charms that will always keep you lost in life.

The only thing that you need to
be concerned of is keep moving, no matter what happens, you must not stop the
journey. You can rest, because even homer sometimes nods. And always remember that tomorrow
might belong to those who plan, but today belongs to those who don’t give a
fuck about tomorrow…

Saturday, May 25, 2013

If you are an aware and conscious
Indian, you must have realized that we are in a kind of dire situation where
all our hopes are dying. The scandals have reached the peak of all times, where
the money involved challenges our mathematics skills to count zeros. Cricket
fans are feeling like being ripped off their religion. The only thing that used
to give calm to the otherwise detested and dejected mind also no longer seems
real. Cricketism which was supposed to bring everybody together is facing wrath
from its followers. In a country famous
for intellects, Rahul Gandhi is being portrayed as the potential PM candidate. The
media is free and yet all rigged and sold. It has become difficult to
differentiate between the news channels and the comedy channels, rather comedy
channels are losing their TRPs to the news channels. The politicians were never
good, accused of rapes, murders, watching porn in assembly, abusing people in
public etc. but are becoming worse now. The business is losing ethics.

If you look carefully, then everything
seems fixed, with basic driving forces being money and power as always. The
cricketers are paid by bookies to perform badly for their own benefits, and the
politicians are paid by the businessmen to perform badly again for their own
benefits. And in the end the bookies and
businessmen turn out to be the same. The politicians then again take money from
these accused businessmen to mould and maul the laws accordingly and save
them. If a politician is caught the
others are there to save him. Even the Chief Investigating organization is not
free to act. So, the politicians, the journalists, the police, the businessmen,
and almost any other authority to serve the people are being paid to perform
defectively. The democracy has come to a standstill, and it is fixed too. The
alliances of UPA government are fixed to Congress because as soon as they
threat to detach, they cause an immediate threat for themselves of being raided
and jailed. This whole bloody system has become so complex and convoluted that
everyone involved is fixed.

The situation has become so
helpless that despite knowing that Congress is living deep in the hole of
corruption, people had to vote for Congress in Karnataka because they had no
other option. The media was busy luring us with IPL updates when our borders
were facing threats from neighbors. The opposition demands just one thing
“Resignation”, so that they get their chance in the game. I don’t know if
Congress will lure the poor again in the deceit of schemes like Food Security
Bill, or people will vote for BJP to get rid of Congress. But I hope in the
words of our lyrical PM that “Sitaron se aage jahan aur bhi hai” comes
true for Indian people.

Monday, March 11, 2013

It was
a dark starry night. There is an awe and sense of fascination when you are lying
down and looking into all those galactic stars. It is not only with me, it is
with everybody, when you take a gander at the raving beauty of the star studded
sky you get attracted towards it, it draws you towards itself. It will make you
fall for it and you will just keep admiring the vastness and perplexity of the
night. There is a depth which goes to abyss, and you get involved in finding
that confounding deepness. It has a
sense of pacification and stillness that you are always seeking inside you. There
is infinitude of emotions which bring peace and calmness to soul. I was also
lying there on the ground, taking a shower of this darkness. The darkness was unparalleled.
I call it the beauty of darkness. It is mystifying, alluring, captivating, pensive
and mesmeric.

The delicacy
is in observance. You feel that you are evoking yourself out, there is an
exuberance of thoughts that are flowing all over the places near you, but it is
the darkness that sublimes them into itself. It not only sublimes them, it
gives rest to your thoughts and invites you to fuse in itself. It is so vast
and so profound that it gives requiescence to all your mental deliberations and
then after sometime all you see is just the dark sky and the stars in it. All the
noise in your head starts to fade off and then you hear the loudest sound of
all, the Silence. The silence of the darkness is captivating. You reach the stage of stillness. My thoughts were also
running berserk, there was a chaos, I don’t know what I was trying to find, but
there was something that my mind wanted to bring out. I wanted to bring it out
and give it to the darkness. I wanted the darkness to take it away from me,
ever and forever.

The darkness
also beholds you; it will take care of you in the times of loneliness. For ages
people have been attracted towards night sky, it is because they find it
pacificatory. No one can feel alone in the sky full of stars. You feel a mystic
presence near you, which talks to you and yet you are silent. The sense of
belongingness to them educes. I was also feeling them, there was no other
feeling. I was just looking at the sky, nothing more. I realized that beauty is
beyond the things we can see, it is in imaginations, it is in dreams, it is in
thoughts, and that day it was in the black.

Friday, January 18, 2013

With arms wide open… standing on
a cliff… facing the sea… light wind blowing through my hair. It feels as if the
whole world is coming to embrace me, and I just wish to squeeze it into my
arms. I can feel the breath of life infusing into my lungs, filtering every
thought of mine, and giving every reason to smile. The setting sun of the dusk
is making things golden all around. It seems that the life is glowing. Life
never looked so beautiful before in twilight. In a solemn snippet of this moment
of life I relived all my past. Every precious moment, or the moment of joy was
flashing through my memory evolving into a picturesque citadel of dreams,
aspirations and hopes. It gave me a sense of who I am, it calmed me. I wished
to close my eyes for sometime only to capture that moment forever into my eyes
and embed it eternally in my memory. So that one day, I will just take it out
and give myself the pleasure of paradise.

I know I can, you can… But some
people can’t.

Not everybody is lucky enough to
see and appreciate all the beauty around. Many people just wonder what it would
be to be visually impaired, others are not even courageous enough to think
about it. But I met someone who is not only courageous enough to think about
them, but is also living her life to lift the spirits of all such people. She
is a believer and she told me there is life without eyes too. She talks to
them, consoles them, motivates them, listen to them. She is there to tread them
through all difficulties they face but can’t see. She told me how it is to see
the world from someone else’s eyes. She is that someone who shows the world to
them. She tells them the joy of feeling things. She tells them the power of
what no one else but a tender heart has to see.

Can you also see through the eyes
of your heart? Do you feel that someone who is not as lucky as you has also the
right to see this world? Donate your eyes, and feel the joy of giving the greatest
gift of life. What can be better than your death bringing life to somebody…

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Now that you are far away,
and the distances have grown large,
I cannot talk, but I can see you;
Sometimes I shout, but always in vain,
for I know that neither my voice,
would be hearkened, nor my pain.

I can see you,
still dancing around the corner,
swaddling and draping freely in the arms,
but the arms around your waist aren’t mine;
you are still humming the songs of love,
but the love in the songs is no longer mine.

I can see you,
that you have whatever you desired,
and happy with whomsoever you wanted to be,
but gone is the smile that ever was mine,
those hands that swung with mine,
and those lips that once did love mine.

I can see you,
your hands are pricked with thorns,
of holding that rose from the last winters,
the face is etched with the tearstains,
of the tears of the last remembrance,
and the eyes are dry now,
of all the dreams from the reminiscence.

I can see you,
with a cold heart and a longing soul,
in a castle choked with deception and grandiose,
where you bought your happiness
but sold your conscience,
living with your regrets deep inside,
where the brightness scares you,
and the eternal darkness reside.

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Who am I?

People call me Chirayu.
I find myself everyday and everyday I am someone different. I try to give shape to my imaginations every moment. I dream, i dream a lot, and work for them, because dreams do come true.
Few words by Tantia Tope always inspire me: "Its better to live a day like a Lion than a lifetime like a sheep"
Also,
I am a B.Tech graduate from IIT Roorkee, India. Now into field of Nuclear Science. It's Physics that brings peace in my life and takes me closer to spirituality...